Elenna sat on a platform high in a Mallorn tree. Outwardly, she was at peace, but her heart burned.
"I ran away from Azruk again. Seven hundred years of warrior training and a decade of hunting yrch made no difference. I ran from him, afraid again. And I allowed him to conquer Rivendell! Elrond trusted me, and I failed. I am a coward, good for nothing but to marry and sit at home, waiting for my husband to return and embroider some thrice-cursed blankets!"
"Hmmmm. Embroidery, eh? You can't embroider worth anything. Remember that tablecloth you tried to make that you ended up cutting into strips and throwing them in the river? Plus, I consider embroidery a waste of time. And a coward? There is no shame in being defeated and escaping, as long as you return. Don't lose your nerve, Elenna. I want to see Azruk's face when he dies on Lalaith's point." Glorfindel commented dryly from behind her. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Come on. Galadriel is waiting."
[ May 13, 2002: Message edited by: Elenna ]
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
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